Memorial Monday

Pudge writes:

I'm not the most eloquent so I will merely say, thank you, to all those that have laid down their lives for the rest of us. Many of us here gave Uncle Sam a signed, blank check knowing what it may cost, and some have had to pay it in full. To some, this is just another weekend to party. To others, it is a day that we hope people can stop for a moment and see how much freedom costs.

For me, I'm going to fire up the grill, grab some good beer, and celebrate. I'm not going to mourn the loss of my good friends. No, I'm going to celebrate the lives they led, the lives they touched, and the memories made together. That is the best way I know how to honor my brothers and sisters. I'm going to try and carry on the light they brought to this world and make sure it is never extinguished. I'll raise a glass for all of you until we meet again. Thank you and well done my friends.

Mack writes:

There are beers to drink and dead animals to throw over fire. I'm banging this out right before we head off to a day of drunken shenanigans. I've found that it is best for me not to dwell or be somber on Memorial Day. I start thinking about how Jack I can drink in one sitting.

Honor the fallen however you choose. It's what the died for. Cause we are the greatest country on Earth.

My good friend Danny would be piss drunk at the lake right now. Danny was my turret gunner. I miss him everyday.

So, tonight I'll drink a beer (or eight) for him. And picture him in a folding camping chair next to the fire.

He'd like that.

I know when Cart showed up at Fiddler's Green that Danny was there. And he was happy to see "Mister Cart" as well.

I know in our circle of readership just about everyone has a friend that fell for the flag.

So, go honor them however you choose.

Thanks for stopping buy.